I spent the whole afternoon preparing.

Shaved everywhere. Lotioned my body until it was glowing. Put on the black lace set he bought last year but I never wore. The one that barely covered anything.

High heels in the house. Sexy soft perfume. Hair down.

I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed.

He was going to lose his mind.
He came back around 8:30.

I heard the key turn and stayed exactly where I was on the couch, legs crossed, scrolling my phone like I had no care in the world.

He walked in, dropped his bag, then he lost his senses.

His mouth literally fell open.

I looked up slowly, gave him a small smile, and went back to my phone.

He eventually said. “Baby… wow. You look…”

I didn’t even let him finish. “Are you ready to eat?” I asked casually.

He blinked. “Not yet… I would love to eat this banging body instead.”
I didn’t answer him.
Dinner was pure torture for him.

I sat opposite him.

He couldn’t keep his eyes on his plate.

Every time he tried to touch my leg under the table I calmly moved it away.

“Babe, come on…” he said at some point.

I looked at him with the sweetest face. “You shouted at me this morning, remember? Eat your food.”

He finished the meal in record time. I still didn’t give him any attention.
After dinner I went straight to the bedroom and started a movie.

He followed me like a lost puppy.

Sat close. Tried to put his hand on my thigh.

I removed it. Tried to kiss my neck. I leaned away.

“You’re still dreaming Darling,” I said without looking at him.

He groaned. “How long is this going to last?”

I paused the movie, looked him dead in the eye, and smiled.

“For as long as I want, since you can be talking to me anyhow.”
By 10pm he was properly suffering.

He kept finding excuses to come into the room.

“Have you seen my charger?” “I think I left my watch here.”

Each time I was in a more revealing position. Sitting with one leg up while oiling my skin.

He would stop and stare, swallow hard, then leave again when I raised my eyebrow.

I was enjoying every second of it.
Around midnight he tried again.

Came into the dark room, slipped into bed behind me, and wrapped his arms around my waist.

I felt him hard against me immediately. “Please,” he whispered into my neck. “I’m sorry. I was wrong this morning. Completely wrong.”

I stayed quiet for a few seconds. Then I said, “Apology accepted… but you’re not touching me yet.”

He groaned like he was in actual pain. “What do I need to do?”
I turned to face him in the dark. “Send me money first.”

He laughed, thinking I was joking.

I didn’t laugh. “I’m serious. Transfer something nice into my account right now. Then we can talk.”

He stared at me for a moment, then grabbed his phone.

Two minutes later my phone lit up with a notification.

A very healthy amount.

I checked it, smiled, and put the phone down. “Good boy.”
I sat up slowly.

“Go and bring the BDSM kit from the bottom drawer.”

His eyes opened. “The one we bought and never used?”

“Yes. That one. Hurry.”

He almost tripped getting out of bed.

Came back with the black box looking both nervous and excited.

I took the soft cuffs and the blindfold out.

“Lie down. Hands up.”
I tied both his wrists to the headboard nice and secure.

Then I blindfolded him.

He was already breathing hard.

I climbed on top of him in just the lace and started running my nails very lightly down his chest.

Then I switched to the feather.

I tickled him everywhere. Under his arms. Across his stomach. Down his thighs.
He was twisting, laughing, cursing, begging me to stop.

“Babe please, fuck stop, I’m going to die” I didn’t stop.

I kept going until he was properly helpless and laughing so hard tears were coming out from under the blindfold.

When I finally stopped tickling him, he was panting.

I removed the blindfold so he could see me.
Still in the tiny black lace. Still sitting on him.

“You still want to eat this banging body?” I asked softly.

He nodded like his life depended on it.

I leaned down and kissed him slowly.

Then I reached behind me, freed one of his hands, and guided it to the lace.

“You can touch me now.”

I sat up on him, still in the tiny black lace, and made him work for it.

Every time he tried to push the lace aside I caught his wrist and put it back on my thigh.

I leaned down and kissed him slow, then pulled away just when he tried to deepen it. Licked his neck, bit his ear, dragged my nails down his chest… then stopped again.
He was breathing hard under me. “Babe please… stop playing.”

I smiled and kept teasing. Rubbed myself against him through the lace until he was fully hard and twitching.

Every time he lifted his hips I lifted mine higher so he couldn’t get inside. He cursed, laughed, begged, cursed again.

Finally I reached between us, pulled the lace to the side.

We both went completely quiet for a second.

Just the sound of us breathing and the feeling of him filling me all the way.
Then I started moving.

I did it in that exact way I knew drove him crazy. He used his free hand to grip me and help me bounce.
“Fuck… you’re so wicked,” he kept saying between kisses.

I leaned forward, put both hands on his chest, and did it faster. The bed was creaking. Our skin was slapping.

He kept trying to sit up so he could kiss me deeper but the cuff stopped him, so he just pulled my face down with his free hand and kissed me like he was trying to eat me alive.
My legs started shaking first…….. for the full story kristtackett@gmail.com

🔞 Candy.AI 🔥 AI Sex Chat – Roleplay, Erotic Stories, Try for Free 🕹️